I waited until her room was silent before I grabbed my bag and slipped out again. I needed to hit the store before it closed to buy some more brown. I couldn’t get her damn eyes out of my head and I knew that’s what would come out once I started working.
I grabbed a few different cans and set them up on the counter. The clerk looked at me a little weird, probably suspicious that I was making frequent visits to his store late at night.
I paid for the merchandise and headed outside, slipping it in my backpack as soon as I left. I bypassed the street I’d taken last time and kept walking, hoping to find somewhere else.
It was dark. You would have expected the streets to be less chaotic than they were during the day, but its all bullshit. This is the New York most tourists don’t see, the part that they don’t want to see. It wasn’t necessarily terrible, but it wasn’t glamorous either.
I passed what I was sure was a drug deal happening and turned down the next street. It was a small alley between two buildings and seemed to be perfect for what I needed. I wasn’t planning on doing this outside much more. I was going to try something a little different, but this would always be my home. The alleys, deserted streets, roofs of abandoned buildings. It’s where it all started.
I pulled my hood up and threw my headphones in as I set my bag down. I unzipped it and pulled out all of my cans, lining them all up in a row. I grabbed the brown, just like I knew I would and started working. It was almost like her stare was completely engrained in my brain. When I shut my eyes, hers were all I could see and it scared me. I didn’t know what it meant but I was hoping by getting it out I would get her out of my system.
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